Written for: The Sunday Muse #111

Painting by Surrealist Artist Alexandra Dillon
My eyes are locked
on you. Everywhere
you go I will be there.
You wear my ring,
and so are harnessed
to the broom to keep
our house in order.
No, I would not say
that you are a slave.
You are simply
indentured by marriage.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
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in you, and feel your sparks as well.
I was married to man like that and now we are divorced. LOL Always wonderful to see you at the Muse Sara! 🤩
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I was married and divorced, and later lived with someone who was exactly the same!
Takes me a little longer to learn.
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‘indentured by marriage’ ….. oh boy, I’ve lived it too.
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Seems like several people here have lived it.
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Felt the weight of that eye in this. A terrible conception of partnership 😦
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Yes, it is, but as we know, it does exist.
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Oh, I know that feeling. My poem is my response to that indentiture. Smiles.
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I will be over to visit!
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Hmmm, a lot of that going around, I think!
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Time to break the chains!
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Well, my mother always said “For someone to walk all over you, you first have to lie down”. It stayed in my thought banks always!
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Good one!
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“My eyes are locked / on you.” — perfect! I wish I thought of that!
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Thanks, q! Your poem are always wonderful to read.
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“indentured by marriage” Wow! For many that has been/is the case.
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Too true. Thanks, Susie.
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